Friend of the Month Reminder

“Last day of the month already,” Spence says. “I wish August had 62 days.”

“Failing that,” says Admin, “it’s time for the September Friend of the Month reminder. Check the right of the screen. See Rex? He’s Chet’s August Friend of the Month. Rex’s human companion sent in a photo to the Friends of Chet gallery, just as Dustin, Lily and Milo’s HC did today. The random number generator – “

“East German Army surplus, circa 1956 – “

” – does the rest. Winner stays over there for the month and the winner’s human companion gets a signed and paw-printed – “

“And diamond-encrusted *– “

” – copy of the latest Chet and Bernie novel, in this case A Fistful of Collars, but in October it will be The Sound and the Furry.”

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Grump! I screwed something up big time at the busy place yesterday, and here I am at the busy place trying to fix it. And to top it off, I was going to drink my juice that I left in the busy place frig yesterday, and it was gone!!!!

There are such great items on the auction block!

RIO! You are doing a smashing job! Are you bidding on Junior’s booties? Remember I sponsored him. Something about eyebrows just got to me….

Riö! AuctionDD! Chortle.
Great Kat! Sooooo many excellent auction items. How to decide. I may just bid on all of them and hope the credit card can take the hit.
What was that Mom? Moi?…no…I didn’t say anything about a credit card.

Siber, Mr. Husky: You mentioned NATIONAL BACON DAY and in the frenzy of the auction, it just slipped through the cracks 🙁 Well the HOH has something to say about that…BACON, BACON, BACON and maybe BACON.

I was still at the top of the world when the auction launched yesterday and didn’t get home until late last night. Thank you to Melanie that worked through my limited connectivity to announce the opening of the auction on Snowhook’s facebookie. And, a big thank you to AC, those who donated all the wonderful items, those who are bidding and those who want to bid but like us, invested heavily in Hawaiian pants. Each of youse make this possible and are a special part of Snowhook.

The Bid-O-Matic did explode two nights ago. I stopped, dropped, and rolled, but Rio did not. To keep his curly tail from going up in flames, I had to throw him in the big vat of beer saved for the auction. His tail sizzled, but he didn’t seem to mind. I did catch him doing the backstroke later that night. His tail has been sticking out straight since the ‘incident.’ I put a pink foam curler in it when he was taking a break so it will look like a cinomon roll again.

Charlie is thinking about getting a tattoo that says “Read is not a noun,” in honor of B. Lefty is thinking about getting a tattoo that says, “Says who?” And, I’m thinking about getting one that says, “Says B and me.”

Wigglebutt, Wolfie: The possibilities are endless. It could show up as name of a member of the nation within, a stuffed animal, Bernie’s childhood nickname, or the name of a street where Chet grabs the pant leg of a perp. I can’t wait to see what Spence’s creative genius will do with the name of the winning bidder. And, before I forget, I want to thank OFA for his support of the kennel—it means the world to us.

Just catching up here – Mama and the Storyteller were gone most of the day, visiting with friends who had come to town.
Now Mama is off to the auction to see if she can still afford any of the goodies.

BluKat!…Did you see those little silver earrings that come with that pink Kat-Sign on page 2…sniff!….I thought of you when I saw them. You have to enlarge the photo to see them. Check it out! Item #43!…snort!

Dima – Basil and Sage made a donation to the auction. If you read the description of the finger puppets, you will understand.

BlueKat – don’t you love synchronicity? We have been having episodes of that so often lately. Met a woman yesterday who is going to be helping the Storyteller with some paperwork. She said that the office who “helped” before was Fubar – and then apologized and said we wouldn’t know what that meant. And two days ago, we wouldn’t have, but thanks to Chet’s Blog, we did,…..and told her we did. tee hee

Just watched (between bids) the last episode of Broadchurch. Don’t know why we like this show so much, but we do. Maybe it’s the acting, storyline, direction. Definitely a winner!
HerbKats: I saw your contribution. Love it!

Rebecca!…I will have more Hot Wings with my Hot Wings…snort!…And it is definitely Beer-O’clock here…chuffle!…Teddy says he wants a nice bowl of ice-cream to top off the day filled with Hot Wings…heh!snort!… He finally tired out around 6:00pm here…sniff!…My tail is in shreds and the Bid O’ Matic is smoking in new places…gah!

Rio: Got it. Hot wings with a hot wing chaser. The delivery guys delivered lite beer. I had to send them back to get the fully loaded stuff for you. I’ll be by with my tool belt, Belle Starr’s sparkly fire-putter-outer, and some vanilla ice cream for the Ruff Rider.

OoooOOooSiberH!…snort!…Where is that guy? Usually, he hangs out at Auction Central and will not leave…sniff!…But today he has not been seen anywhere near the Auction House…grunt!…I hope he is at least watching the game tonight! The days are counting down when Todd Helton will be retiring…sob!sob!sob!

Rio: A certain Ruff Rider lapped up some black water first thing this morning. Being hopped up on kawfee explains the laps he did around the Bid-O-Matic 3000—bless its rusty parts. The beer delievery guys just returned. Go on in, the beer is fine.

Slim Jim!….I would not mind dat one little bit…sneeze!…But I might not see youse guys cuz I am inside and down dos stairs right now…cough!…Dees guys are watching baseball and I am chewing on something…cough!

Sniff – we had to stay off the computer too with the storms swirling around here. But it’s all quiet now.
We have to tell you that the broadway show is just a figment of cat nipped dreams. But Basil and Sage are convinced that their (stupid) musical will be up for a Tony. And they wanted to do their part for Snowhook.
Dima – the song title is all about the goats in their play.

Youse guys have been busy. The storms were amazing. They seem to be over with for now.

YSAS and LLL have kept me running. Enjoyable. I am now in bed, whilst they are out looking for a Eastern Catamount. Otherwise known as a mountain lion. The Powers That Be tell everyone there are no mountain lions left in this area. The locals tell a different tale.

I think they are just out there – in the car – trying to scare themselves.

Jeeze, city people. Snicker.

SnowBella the flakes of gold have restarted my Alaskan Fund. YSAS thinks we made about a sixth of a cent.

Shhhhhh!…I think all the bidders have gone to bed now…sshhh!…It has been very quiet at Auction Central for a bit now, so I am hoping I can hop off to bed early…heh!heh!…Maybe not. Those West Coast and Alaskan guys like to bid late!late!late!…grump!…Also, the baseball game is almost over, and we may or may not go to bed after that happens…sneeze!

Rio: We want to tell you a sincere thank you from the bottom of our thieving hearts for pawing AC. You were up and at ’em early, and managed to get persevere on only sixteen dozen hot wings rather than the sixteen and half dozen you ordered. Our harnesses are off to you.

Cheated!….You mean I was cheated out of 6 Hot Wings today…grump!…This job sucks…sniff!…Hey, am I even getting paid? How much vacation do I get and are there any benefits besides beer and wings?…sniff!…An older pug such as myself needs to think about these things…grunt!…What about an Auction 401k-3000?? Is that in the works?

Rio: The half dozen wings were used to ‘fix’ the Bid-O-Matice 3000, bless it’s rusty parts. It worked for a while until one of the chicken wings got lose. How can a job where you get to eat hot wings and drink all the beer you want suck? The health plan is simple: Don’t get sick. With the matching from AC—Slim Jim for Slim Jim—you should be comfortable in your retirement.

Buried!…I saw Beau bury something this morning – this sounds normal, but we pugs do not have a stick-out nose, so him burying something was a bid ordeal…sniff!…Maybe that was my long awaited Slim Jim!…grunt!…If it is, he is in so much trouble!…grumble!

Hooves!…Gah!…No Marauding Goat types get into my back yard…gruffle!…I am always on the lookout in the backyard. Beau is always on the lookout for the Mail-Man aka Goat out the front door…sneeze!….Together, nothing gets by us…heh!

Donuts!…Ta Dollars…sniff!…And some good cawfee please. Teddy and I require quality caffeine…heh!…Teddy will be going Solo tomorrow for a few hours…snort!..I cannot say when he will be in TOTAL CONTROL of AC all by himself, but those who do bid during that time will have the opportunity to talk to the one and only Teddy who is almost, well partially, an AC Accredited Auctioneer…gasp!…It will be ok,..it will be ok…it will be ok….Goodnight, you all!…snort!